Chapter 198 I Can’t See Through You
Once Abigail got ahold of the box, she didn’t open it right away but looked at Sean with an inquisitive glance..
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Sean asked.
Abigail touched the box while asking him, “Do you know how much the thing inside here costs?”
“How much?” Sean didn’t care about what that thing was worth. All he cared about was who she would be giving it to. In addition, he knew her character well. To her, practicality held more value than anything expensive.
“150 thousand,” Abigail replied.
He quickly recalled that she had asked him for 150 thousand. So, Sean suddenly felt slightly curious about what was in the box and why she was willing to pay 150 thousand for it.
What is it? Did you buy it for your grandmother?” Sean’s gaze landed on the box.
Alas, Abigail didn’t reply. Instead, she held the box in her arms and got under the covers.
After Sean finished washing up, he lay down beside Abigail. But just as he hugged her, she turned around and placed something around his neck.
“What’s this?” Sean touched the thing.
“The five-layer antique puzzle ball pendant I bought for you. Sean, take this as our parting gift,” Abigail explained.
Sean immediately pulled the pendant off and lowered his head to examine it for a while. He asked her, “Why do we have to part ways?”
“I can think of only one person who would harm me, and that’s Joan,” Abigail looked into hist eyes and explained.
“This ball. You bought it before this incident happened. Then, is she also the reason you bought this for me? How many times do you have to make me repeat that I don’t have any feelings for her?” Sean spoke while holding the antique puzzle ball.
“Don’t you think you resemble this ball? There are several layers to it, each with its own mystery. When I bought it, I thought it looked like you,” Abigail replied slowly.
Sean finally spoke after gazing at the tiny ball for a while, “What do you want to say?”
“I can’t understand you and no longer want to understand you. I’m tired of guessing. I don’t want to know what lies underneath the last layer of this ball,” Abigail explained with a smile.
“I can tell you.” A trace of sadness appeared in Sean’s eyes.
Unfortunately, Abigail had already turned around, her back facing toward him. “This is the gift I bought for you, and it’s the most expensive one.”
“I won’t ask you for any more gifts and won’t get angry at you for buying someone else a gift. Please don’t argue with me anymore, okay?” Sean hugged her.
“But I want to know if no one will harm me anymore as long as I leave you,” Abigail whispered.
Sean held her tightly without answering. It wasn’t until Abigail thought he had fallen asleep that she heard his hoarse voice say, “Abby, can we start over?”
“I have many friends now, and love isn’t my only focus anymore. Besides, even if this is related to Joan, you won’t do anything to her, right?” Abigail asked indifferently.
“If she is behind this, I will give you an explanation,” Sean promised while hugging her.
“You’re making excuses for her,” she remarked coldly.
Sean felt that Abigail wouldn’t listen to his explanations whenever Joan was brought up. But he could also understand her. She despised Joan, and after this near-death experience, she would certainly grow even more hostile toward Joan if she were indeed the culprit.
At that moment, Abigail felt lucky to have accepted Eric and the Pearson Family’s help because she knew Sean would behave this way. He had always been unreliable.
“I’m not. I don’t want to argue with you now. Let’s talk about everything after we find out the truth, okay?” Sean was concerned about Abigail’s recent near-death experience and figured it might have put her in a bad mood.
His concession earned him a kick from Abigail, but he didn’t get angry but embraced her while playing with the antique puzzle ball. “This was made from the small acacia tree, right? It has the scent of violets.”
Abigail was surprised that he was so knowledgeable about this.
“Do you know the meaning of violets?” Sean asked.
Abigail watched him twirling the inner part of the antique puzzle ball with his fingers and pursed her l*ps, saying nothing. Of course, she didn’t know what violets meant. She wasn’t someone who studied these things.
“Eternal beauty and love, simplicity, and virtue,” Sean answered for her.
A slightly unhappy Abigail inquired, “Can we go to sleep now?”
“Yes. Honey, can you help me put it on?” Sean placed the antique puzzle ball in Abigail’s palm.
Abigail couldn’t help but frown as she was slightly unwilling to do so. After a tussle between the two, she had no choice but to help him put it on as she had lost.
“You have such good taste, honey,” Sean praised Abigail.
“Stop it, and go to sleep.” Once Abigail said so, she closed her eyes. Yet, another failed attempt to break up with him. Since she was indeed exhausted, she didn’t feel like mentioning that topic.
Sean wouldn’t agree to Abigail’s request at this moment. Perhaps he might agree to her request Eric and Anthony didn’t exist.
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Loving someone meant setting her free, but because he loved her, he refused to agree to her request under Eric’s watchful eyes. Moreover, why would someone like Eric fall for a married. woman? There were several excellent women in the entertainment industry, but why did Abigail catch his attention? Even if… he knew Abigail might be Alana, being a designer wouldn’t be enough to make him fall for her.
Sean speculated that the Pearson Family might have a significant connection with this.
